Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.